At The Gates

Catch fire - just like a living disease
Unholy desire - a world on its knees
Our burning minds they are ridden of hope
In a dreaming utopia - dead on dope
A generation of obscenities
We have lost our faith in our own
Creativity
What is evil, but good
Tortured by its own hunger and thirst?
The living end
The dwarped soul of man
The living end
The seetest of lies - its embrace so warm
So void of life - one with the promised swarm